on that one suicide attempt;

you wonder how one can know so much at such a young age, how i can feel these things you didn't until you hit adulthood. well, let me tell you: i was young and stupid, as most of us are, and i cut myself open, to see what was inside. out came a light, something of true joy, and it told me to write, and now it's my life. if you cut me open, pulled me apart at the seams, you'd see nothing but words making poems about lost hopes and dreams.